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caffienekitty) wrote2008-02-19 09:10 pm
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SPN Fanfic: Fish is a Four-Letter Word
Title: Fish is a Four-Letter Word
Characters:Sam and Dean
Rating: GEN, PG
Word Count: 580-ish
Disclaimer: Watashi ha Winchesters wo shoyuu shinai. Kripke ha. So desu.
Warnings: None. No spoilers for anything. Set sometime in first season. Pointless.
Summary: Dean meets sushi. Sushi wins.
A/N: This is based directly on my first experience with sushi, many years ago. I know that there were quite a few "Dean tries sushi" ficlets wandering around during the Season 1/2 hiatus, so I hope this is sufficiently different not to make people's eyes roll too much. Prompted by unpacking desk boxes and finding this pretty much entirely written, but also prompted by the header graphic for
encycl_of_weird. And like I said, based on a true personal experience.
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Fish is a Four-Letter Word
by CaffieneKitty
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"Dude. It's raw fish," Dean said with look of disbelief.
"And rice, yes."
"But raw fish."
Sam shrugged. "Mostly."
Dean relaxed a little, "Okay, so what part of what you ordered isn't raw fish?"
"Well, there's raw octopus, raw squid..." Sam was enjoying his brother's discomfort way too much to let him off the proverbial hook easily by mentioning the smoked salmon and other sushi-newbie friendly options. "...a kind of sweet omelet. Oh and fish eggs. And eel."
Dean looked completely horrified. "You're joking, right?"
"Nope." Sam grinned. "You'll like it, Dean. It's food."
"Cost a damned fortune." Dean shifted on the pillow next to the short wooden table. "I don't see why we couldn't wait outside for the Oni to show up, so we could get a burger from the place across the parking lot."
"Because we need to catch the Oni right when it starts. If we wait for it to show outside, it'll be too late." Sam straightened his legs out under the table. "Besides, it's been months since I had decent sushi."
"I can't believe you like this stuff," said Dean, draining his beer.
"I can't believe you're so dead set against it. You haven't even tried it yet. I've seen some of the crap you eat, Dean. Sushi's hardly the worst of it."
"Yeah, well, at least the stuff I eat is cooked."
Sam rolled his eyes. The waitress, a harried blonde woman in a red kimono knelt beside the table and placed a tray on it.
"Here you are, gentlemen. One Sumo platter."
Sam smiled and nodded at the departing waitress and then settled back to watch Dean.
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Dean assessed the food-laden miniature version of the short wooden table they were sitting at. It was... well... pretty, he guessed, but...
Translucent fish bits peeked out from the centers of rolls of white rice wrapped in the dark green and brown wrappings that Sam had helpfully informed him earlier were either seaweed or fish skin. Dean wasn't sure which he thought was worse. Pale pink and white shrimp, slabs of more uncooked fish on clumps of rice. Bubbly-looking stuff in a variety of colours and sizes that he guessed was the fish eggs. Pale yellow bricks of what was probably the sweet omelet Sam had mentioned, which sounded even grosser than raw fish. A cluster of sushi with suckered octopus bits commanded the middle of the tray.
The last time Dean had been up against something with that many tentacles, he'd been hoping he wouldn't run out of ammo.
Off on one corner of the miniature table was a tiny bowl of what he hoped was soy sauce and not some kind of fish blood or squid ink, the thought of which made him want to hurl, a clump of pale pink slices that were probably more fish bits, and a cone-shaped lump about the size of a shotgun shell of green paste that looked relievingly familiar.
"Oh hey! Guacamole!" Dean smirked, scooping the entire bullet-sized mound of green paste off the platter and into his mouth.
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Sam's eyes popped as Dean snagged the green paste. "Dean that's not-!" But it was too late.
"What's the matter, Sam, just 'co-" Dean's eyes flew wide open and his mouth stalled in an 'ooo' shape. "Hoo!"
"Um. It's wasabi." Sam snickered.
"Whoo!" Dean said, grabbing a fistful of napkins and trying to wipe the green stuff off his tongue, eyes streaming with tears from the extreme heat of the Japanese horseradish paste. "Wa-a!"
Sam slid his Kirin over into Dean's reach and tried to stop laughing long enough to hail the waitress for more beer.
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(that's it)
Characters:Sam and Dean
Rating: GEN, PG
Word Count: 580-ish
Disclaimer: Watashi ha Winchesters wo shoyuu shinai. Kripke ha. So desu.
Warnings: None. No spoilers for anything. Set sometime in first season. Pointless.
Summary: Dean meets sushi. Sushi wins.
A/N: This is based directly on my first experience with sushi, many years ago. I know that there were quite a few "Dean tries sushi" ficlets wandering around during the Season 1/2 hiatus, so I hope this is sufficiently different not to make people's eyes roll too much. Prompted by unpacking desk boxes and finding this pretty much entirely written, but also prompted by the header graphic for
Fish is a Four-Letter Word
by CaffieneKitty
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"Dude. It's raw fish," Dean said with look of disbelief.
"And rice, yes."
"But raw fish."
Sam shrugged. "Mostly."
Dean relaxed a little, "Okay, so what part of what you ordered isn't raw fish?"
"Well, there's raw octopus, raw squid..." Sam was enjoying his brother's discomfort way too much to let him off the proverbial hook easily by mentioning the smoked salmon and other sushi-newbie friendly options. "...a kind of sweet omelet. Oh and fish eggs. And eel."
Dean looked completely horrified. "You're joking, right?"
"Nope." Sam grinned. "You'll like it, Dean. It's food."
"Cost a damned fortune." Dean shifted on the pillow next to the short wooden table. "I don't see why we couldn't wait outside for the Oni to show up, so we could get a burger from the place across the parking lot."
"Because we need to catch the Oni right when it starts. If we wait for it to show outside, it'll be too late." Sam straightened his legs out under the table. "Besides, it's been months since I had decent sushi."
"I can't believe you like this stuff," said Dean, draining his beer.
"I can't believe you're so dead set against it. You haven't even tried it yet. I've seen some of the crap you eat, Dean. Sushi's hardly the worst of it."
"Yeah, well, at least the stuff I eat is cooked."
Sam rolled his eyes. The waitress, a harried blonde woman in a red kimono knelt beside the table and placed a tray on it.
"Here you are, gentlemen. One Sumo platter."
Sam smiled and nodded at the departing waitress and then settled back to watch Dean.
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Dean assessed the food-laden miniature version of the short wooden table they were sitting at. It was... well... pretty, he guessed, but...
Translucent fish bits peeked out from the centers of rolls of white rice wrapped in the dark green and brown wrappings that Sam had helpfully informed him earlier were either seaweed or fish skin. Dean wasn't sure which he thought was worse. Pale pink and white shrimp, slabs of more uncooked fish on clumps of rice. Bubbly-looking stuff in a variety of colours and sizes that he guessed was the fish eggs. Pale yellow bricks of what was probably the sweet omelet Sam had mentioned, which sounded even grosser than raw fish. A cluster of sushi with suckered octopus bits commanded the middle of the tray.
The last time Dean had been up against something with that many tentacles, he'd been hoping he wouldn't run out of ammo.
Off on one corner of the miniature table was a tiny bowl of what he hoped was soy sauce and not some kind of fish blood or squid ink, the thought of which made him want to hurl, a clump of pale pink slices that were probably more fish bits, and a cone-shaped lump about the size of a shotgun shell of green paste that looked relievingly familiar.
"Oh hey! Guacamole!" Dean smirked, scooping the entire bullet-sized mound of green paste off the platter and into his mouth.
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Sam's eyes popped as Dean snagged the green paste. "Dean that's not-!" But it was too late.
"What's the matter, Sam, just 'co-" Dean's eyes flew wide open and his mouth stalled in an 'ooo' shape. "Hoo!"
"Um. It's wasabi." Sam snickered.
"Whoo!" Dean said, grabbing a fistful of napkins and trying to wipe the green stuff off his tongue, eyes streaming with tears from the extreme heat of the Japanese horseradish paste. "Wa-a!"
Sam slid his Kirin over into Dean's reach and tried to stop laughing long enough to hail the waitress for more beer.
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Also, you just make me really hungry for sushi.
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Know what's gross? Wasabi Ginger ice cream. *gags*
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I was little and my mother, who had never tried sushi before and wants to see all plates eaten clean, ordered me to finish the green paste with my only roll. I her defence, she didn't know abou wasabi and was mortified.
ps o-cha ice cream is great (especially if they sweeten it)
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WOW.
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great to read first thing in the morning! thanks!!
(ps. i'm with ya on the whole uber-raw fish/octopus sutff but tempura-fried anything (ok a couple veggies and SHRIPM) are delicious.. and those red dragon thingies where i get my sushi.. yummmm)
ok im done now..
*is wanting of sushi*
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Perfect!
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The last time Dean had been up against something with that many tentacles, he'd been hoping he wouldn't run out of ammo.
LOL!
Oddly enough, this line got me thinking of a Dean tentacle porn crackfic that I once read.
Yeah, it was . . . crack.
Off on one corner of the miniature table was a tiny bowl of what he hoped was soy sauce and not some kind of fish blood or squid ink, the thought of which made him want to hurl, a clump of pale pink slices that were probably more fish bits, and a cone-shaped lump about the size of a shotgun shell of green paste that looked relievingly familiar.
Oh no.
*facepalm*
"Oh hey! Guacamole!" Dean smirked, scooping the entire bullet-sized mound of green paste off the platter and into his mouth.
Oh yeah. Hoo! \O/ Wasabi FTW!
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Eeeek...
Wasabi FTW!
And his sinuses were never clearer. ;-)
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Hee! I love Dean.
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Favorite lines:
I've seen some of the crap you eat, Dean. Sushi's hardly the worst of it."
*snickers*
The last time Dean had been up against something with that many tentacles, he'd been hoping he wouldn't run out of ammo.
LOL!
"Oh hey! Guacamole!" Dean smirked, scooping the entire bullet-sized mound of green paste off the platter and into his mouth.
*shakes head* Dean, Dean, Dean. This is one lesson you’ll never forget.
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Like I said, it's partly inspired by your header, because I could remember having written part of "Dean vs sushi" but wasn't sure where it had got to. I kept an eye out for it in the scary pile of desk notes when I was unpacking and so here it is! I really enjoy your comic, and I'm glad to have been able to return some enjoyment to you. :-)
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But even I know not to pop the wasabi into my mouth!
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one thing.... tako, octopus is always cooked for sushi... i'm pretty sure the ika, squid is too. sorry, but i spent 5 years in japan and i'm also a detail-witch... ;)
i did enjoy your descriptions of how everything looked. that's one of the things i loved best about japan, how they make everything so pretty!
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But even if i've never taken Japanese food, I know not to eat wasabi at all. Oh Dean, be careful of what you eat...it can kill you. (ANd we have proof)
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Thank you!
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love it :)
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